Chapter 8: I don't want to bother you

Claude tried to tie his shoes, then quickly left. Stepping out of the house, enjoying the smell of the wind, he realised that his face was red and his heart was pounding. The feeling when Cyrus' soft lips were still on her skin was truly unforgettable.

He shook his head, straining his eyes to find a car to catch.

Claude also has to spend several hundred dongs in a taxi, even though his salary is now quite good, but he still regrets the money.

The security guard heard him say he wanted to take the bus and gave him a strange look before pointing to the west and saying, "It seems there is a station there. Sorry, we don't go where we are going." The bus is over. "

He was a little embarrassed, but then politely replied, "Thank you." He followed the direction the guard pointed, but he didn't know that he had to walk a long distance to find the station. He studied the timetable for a while to find out. He can only go to the subway station. He will have to catch another bus to return.

The next bus had stopped. He reached into his pocket, startled to find that his wallet was gone.

For a moment, he was sweating, because in his wallet were not only all his credit cards and identification cards, but also the residence permit in this city, made by Derek Thomas.

If he lost it, he had to go back to Thomas's house to redo the procedure.

He really didn't want to, so he rushed back to Hai Thien. Fortunately, the security guard still remembered him and let him in.

Taking the elevator to the twentieth floor again, he hesitated for a moment in front of Cyrus's door.

Before, it was clear that he opened the door and rushed out. Now that he shows his face back, does Cyrus think that he is making excuses for Chaff, using the story of "forgotten wallet" to make excuses?

But then he quickly calmed down. For someone like Cyrus, it doesn't matter if they have an excuse to come back or not.

Claude rang the bell.

After a few hours, still, no one came to open the door.

He panicked, wondering what was wrong with Cyrus? The alcohol content of three glasses of Super Torros is no joke.

Claude couldn't help it. He reached out and opened the door. The door opened with a "click" sound.

Cyrus's door unlocked? He entered the house, saw him sitting by the window smoking, saw him come in, and just turned around and asked, "Don't see your wallet?"

He peered out for a few seconds, exclaiming, "You got my wallet!"

"Yes!" Cyrus answered bluntly.

He hasn't even expressed his displeasure yet, but he was already shaking his wallet while pretending to be innocent. It's just that earlier I saw this stuffing your pants pockets, reducing the beauty of your butt. "

"Give me back!" He walked up to get his wallet.

About to touch it, Cyrus suddenly raised his hand, his hand just grabbing the air.

Probably because they were too close together, the light liquorice scent on Cyrus' body filled the sinuses.

Claude didn't think that someone with his personality would make this many jokes because he liked him. According to him, at most, it was because he was teasing him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Cyrus seemed confused, "I have to ask you that. You let your friends change my wine into brandy. I thought you wanted a one-night stand with me."

Claude's face turned red. As it turned out, Cyrus knew it all. He suddenly had a pathetic feeling as if he was naked and being watched, and frantically justified himself, "It's not bad to ask him to change my wine!" Feelings were now more wretched than ever. "If this has misled Mr. Lensegn, I beg your pardon."

Cyrus calmly said, "How do you know my name is Lensegn?" Everyone calls me Nicon. "

Claude could only hang his red face like a gac fruit and stand still. Cyrus didn't give him a place to hide, and he felt extremely embarrassed.

Warm and fuzzy memories arose. The mocking sound rolled like a tidal wave. Claude's legs were nailed in place. He clearly wanted to run but could not lift his feet. His breathing also became rapid.

Cyrus was still sitting at the window unmoving, with his back to the window, so he couldn't see his expression.

Claude boldly stepped forward, grabbed his wallet, and ran to the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I'm sorry for asking your name so casually. Even though I was delusional about your assessment of me before, I still thank you for giving me the opportunity."

Upon leaving Hai Thien, Claude was no longer blushing and bewildered like just now.

He knew that if he wanted to step forward from here to now, he would only have to rely on his own strength. It would be best if he didn't expect anyone to suddenly run towards him with enthusiasm.

Unable to catch the last bus at this time, he pulled out his cell phone and hesitated to call Aaron.

"Huh... Nicon didn't hold you back?" Aaron jumped.

Claude laughed, "How can you? Is Nicon going to mess around with us?

"It's true that you have no eyes; don't know how to keep them!" Aaron grumbled. Stop with me, let me comfort your broken heart for you! "

Claude laughed. Aaron is a 100% heterosexual guy. Furthermore, he's extremely hot.

Aaron's house is not too far from where he is standing. Although his schedule is as meagre as Claude's, the money is still much more abundant than his. He never asked about the guy's income.

In the entertainment industry, everyone has a secret. He respects that principle.

Aaron's house is not large; of course, it can't be compared with Cyrus's house, but it's still comfortable if it's only for a single man.

The open kitchen connects with the living room. The bedroom on the top floor consists of only one bed that stretches straight down to the super-large floor. The rest is the bathroom.

The total area is only about forty square meters. It's the same, but it's in and out. In terms of comfort, there's no need to criticize; it's pleasing to look at.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that a clumsy guy like Aaron can arrange and clean the house so cosy.

Aaron pulled out two bottles of beer, and before he had time to open the cap, he heard the sound of his cell phone.

Although the conversation was quiet, Aaron's voice was still broken into his ears.

"Honey, don't worry too much!"

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"Yes, yes, as for me, you can rest assured!"

"Honey, I miss you too."

The other end of the line said something. Aaron immediately turned to look at Claude, showing a troubled expression.

Claude signalled to be free. Aaron narrowed his eyes, making a gesture of "it's true that brothers are good" and then cleared his throat, "I'll come over right now. Wait for me!" The confusing part is "honey", "honey" of all kinds.

Finally, Aaron laughed and said, "Yeah yeah, I'll keep an eye out for the hounds."

The guy explained after hanging up the phone, "There is a sister in the world who said that I can't sleep tonight if I can't see you, so I have to ask you to look after the house."

Claude smiled and waved his hand. Aaron immediately rushed to the door.

In fact, tossing and turning, waking up early the next morning, Claude discovered that his belt was still left at Cyrus's house.

Even though he didn't see Cyrus, he was still embarrassed somehow.

Turning on his cell phone, there was a text message from Jason, reminding him that there was a model casting session at 12:30 pm this year for this year's H & M Fall-Winter event.

Claude was very excited. This is the first time he has received a casting offer for a second-rate international brand or above.

Claude has long been just a part-time model who has worked hard for a long time. If he can really be a model to appear in an advertisement for H&M autumn and winter, that means he has become a real model.

Claude quickly washed his face and went straight to the management company.